by Jolene Avonn
More. Come. More. Come. More. Come.
She’d turned into a semen-crazed beast. When Corey finally exploded inside, thick bursts of his seed splashing along her pussy’s spasming walls, she came, too, in a rapid burst of red-hot pleasure. It was as if his semen sent her into another world entirely. She thrashed on the cot and screamed in ecstasy, milking Corey’s dick with her tightly spasming cunt.
Corey traded spots with Thomas, and the black man spread her still-quaking pussy with one hand and wedged his huge cock inside expertly. Jamie gasped, sitting up to watch as the thick ebony rod split her tiny pink lips wide before the first orgasm had finished washing over her. He plunged so deep she thought he’d ram her lungs. She let go of Fitz’s cock, ignored Chris and Corey’s trembling members, and planted her hands on Thomas’s powerful chest. He smiled and began a slow, deep fuck, flexing his tight abs as he inserted himself and sighing when he withdrew and watched Jamie’s pussy cling to his cock like a sleeve.
Jamie was transfixed. She felt her head lolling side to side as Thomas worked her over, slowly increasing his pace until she saw little impact waves shuddering across her thighs and belly with each full insertion. It was like her orgasm never stopped – it just carried over from Corey to Thomas – and she found it hard to focus on anything more than the tiny muscles spasming uncontrollably all over her belly and between her legs.
Her tits shook with each blow, too, and Corey and Fitz gradually resumed a steady massage all over her globes of flesh. She leaned back in a daze, reaching for Fitz’s shockingly wide dick. She pressed her lips to the head and slowly worked him in as far as she could, sucking hard, tonguing along his shaft.
Thomas grunted “Yeah!” softly with each forward thrust. Jamie rolled her hips into him, taking more, wanting to prove she could wrap herself around every inch. The rapid grind drove Thomas into a fury of fucking. The cot rocked back and forth. His dick swelled and pushed against a barrier deep inside...and then unleashed yet another torrent of come.
Thomas threw his head back and shouted as he ground against Jamie, trails of his searing load instantly surging around his shaft and leaking out.
Jamie cried out, her words choked by Fitz’s girth in her throat. The vibrations sent the last man in the rotation into a panic.
“Whoa...whoa there,” he mumbled, stumbling away and knocking Thomas from his spot between Jamie’s legs. Before she even caught her breath, Fitz had shoved his wide cock against her and rammed it home.
Three men with spent members surrounded her, holding their shiny units out for her to lick clean, while the fourth grabbed her legs, held them high, and fucked her. Jamie was left listening and watching like it was all far away. The men were entranced and moaning. She was making guttural, animal noises – unh unh unh oh unh oh – and was covered with sweat and streams of semen.
Fitz came with a thunderclap of flesh, his huge balls slapping against her ass and his cock surging with the biggest load of the quartet. He gushed inside her pussy with eight, nine, and then a tenth burst. Jamie lost control, coming hard against his last frantic thrusts and crying freely. Her salty tears mixed with her partners’ seed. Her entire body shook. She could only think of one thing as Fitz dropped away and her vision went white, then dark:
Don’t lose a drop.
She eased her shaking legs shut and, blissfully, collapsed on the cot. She heard Will’s quiet voice confirming the men’s names and ID numbers, then scribbling in his notepad, and then his calm tones carried her away. Her bodied continued twitching after she passed out, a mix of sweat and everyone’s combined juices dripping slowly to the floor.
~~~
When Jamie awoke, she found herself covered with a light blanket. She was still on the cot in the living room. All the lights were off but one. The men were gone. Her thighs were sticky and warm, her back damp with sweat. Her pussy felt ravaged and sated.
And incredibly full.
She sighed as a new rush of endorphins calmed her. She was full of life. She would radiate, and bring forth –
“How are you doing?”
It was Will, sitting in the shadows.
Jamie turned to face him.
“Okay,” she said. “Good.”
“That was intense.”
“Mmm-hmmm.”
“You did wonderfully.”
“Thank you.”
Will stood and walked to her side. He’d removed his lab coat and his tie. Jamie could see stress in his face, thin lines around his eyes. She couldn’t help but notice that his crotch was level with her, and he seemed to be decidedly stiff.
“Jamie?”
“Yes, Will?”
“Do you still want me to be one of your partners?”
Jamie’s face flushed an even deeper red. There was nothing she wanted more. She didn’t answer Will, not with words, at least. She reached up and tugged at his zipper.
His cock jumped free and Jamie had it in her mouth before he could make a noise. Just like the day before, her senses were perfectly tuned – she could only think about one thing, and that was milking Will’s cock until he flooded her.
Jamie sucked greedily around Will’s clumsy efforts to drop his pants. He didn’t even have time to remove his shirt. He held Jamie’s head gently, guiding her as she took more and more of his length, and then had to stop her. He eased her off and took his place between her legs.
Jamie let the blanket drop to the floor. She pushed her breasts together until Will slid his hands from her hips to her chest. He stepped forward, twitching cock at her entrance, and slowly guided it home.
She was already so wet, and so stretched, that she took Will’s cock easily. Still, as he pressed all the way in, she felt the delicious pain-pleasure thrill only his large shape seemed to give her. After all the partners, he was still the perfect fit.
Will bent down and licked Jamie’s nipples, right then left, with broad laps of his tongue as he began to work himself in and out. He moved in a half-circle motion with his hips, stretching Jamie in new ways while he fucked. He used his cock like a fine instrument, as if he could feel every centimeter of her depths and wanted to caress each tiny fold. He crouched down, angling his cock up at an angle that seemed to place him somewhere behind her clit as he withdrew all but an inch or two, rubbing his throbbing cockhead against her g-spot until she lifted herself off the table and writhed in response.
Jamie imagined she was floating, held aloft only by Will’s hands and cock. The sensation building was deeper, more primitive – something that connected Jamie to Will differently than any of her partners. They were consuming each other. They were soundless, the only noises a few quick breaths and the wet sounds of a cock surging into a ravaged pussy. They both had their eyes shut tightly. Jamie started to spasm and buck, her abs tensing and pulling her hips higher off the cot. All she focused on – the only thing in the entire world – was Will’s cock pushing high and hard into her. Her pussy clenched and surged against him. She slammed back to the cot and flung herself up again, crying out as she was overcome.
Will fucked her with short, hard motions and then angled deeper as she finally dropped to the cot. His hips flexed forward quickly, filling her in rapid thrusts, and before long he started to tremble. Jamie’s hands found Will’s and she clenched them, pulling herself up one last time.
“Deep, Will. As deep as you can,” she whispered. Then she slumped back.
Will buried his cock to the hilt and held it there. He grabbed Jamie’s hips and pulled her into his body, wedging himself even deeper. He kept pulling until they were pressed tightly together. Jamie could feel the coarse hairs around his balls mashed hard against her stretched outer lips. Still he pushed in deeper, twitching forward as his cock swelled and trembled.
Will came with a deep, guttural groan. He didn’t move. Instead, he kept his cock wedged far inside and let every last jet of come splash against the farthest end of Jamie’s depths. Jamie lost count of the spasms. She leaned back and gripped the co
t and willed her body to consume her lover’s seed.
Because that’s what Will was – her lover. She wanted nobody else. She wanted only his child.
The two held that position for what felt like forever. Will trembled above her, sweat dripping from his brow, and Jamie slowly writhed and twisted, caressing his cock with her pussy and squeezing against its thickness as best she could. She milked him and milked him some more. When he withdrew, she immediately curled into a ball and tried to keep everything in.
Five men, five enormous loads. And at least seven more sessions to go.
Whose seed would win?
~~~
Jamie received alternating combinations of partners for another week. Two at a time, then four. Most of her partners rotated and became familiar. She grew to crave the breeding cot. She yearned for all the different cocks, and tastes, and hands, and the completely sated feeling that washed over her as she fell asleep each night.
There was one constant: Will.
After each session, when her official partners had been dismissed, Will and Jamie joined in another round of their own private breeding session.
Sometimes, Will lifted her from the cot and carried her to the bedroom, where they made love long into the night. Other times, they couldn’t restrain themselves. They fucked like animals on the cot, and on the floor, until Will flooded her pussy again.
Then, on day 20 of her cycle, they let Jamie rest.
When she was officially two weeks late, a nurse scheduled Jamie for blood work. In addition to the basic HCG hormone that would be present in her blood if she’d been successfully bred, the doctors used a special scanning protocol to determine which of her partners had impregnated her.
The nurse brought the results to Jamie in a small exam room. She set the red folder down on a counter and stared hard at Jamie.
“Miss Starr,” the nurse said. “We have a slight problem with your results.”
Jamie played innocent. Inside, her heart leapt. “What do you mean? Is there something wrong?”
“Not exactly,” the nurse said. “First off, congratulations are in order. You’re very much pregnant.”
“Great!” Jamie said. She sucked in her breath, waiting for the nurse to continue.
“The problem is, none of your official partners’ genetic markers are showing.”
Jamie couldn’t help smiling.
“Any idea why that might be the case?”
There was a knock on the door. Then Will entered. Jamie looked at him and could immediately tell that he’d seen her glowing smile and understood what was happening in an instant.
“I have no idea,” Jamie murmured, unable to shift her gaze from her lover. “None at all.”
“Well – ” the nurse said, but Will cut her off before she could finish.
“I’ll take it from here, Sally,” Will said, trying unsuccessfully to sound stern. “Miss Starr and I have a lot to discuss.”
END
HER FIRST ROUGH EXAM
Jolene Avonn
I waited in the lobby quietly. I was nervous, as with every visit to the doctor, but this time was very different.
I was ashamed.
See, I was a lonely girl in a small town. I’d just turned 19 and pretty much everyone I knew had gone off to college or set about making a new life for themselves. Me? I stayed at home with my dad and worked at the local video store. Rarely talked to anyone. Missed my mom, wherever she was, probably somewhere up north.
I couldn’t believe I was sitting in Dr. Kestrel’s office that morning for such a silly reason. I just knew he was going to laugh at me. He’d probably bring his nurses in to join him.
Look at this, Nurse Moore! She’s 19 and she says she gets so many aches when she thinks about sex! And she’s never even done it before!
But no, of course that wouldn’t happen. Dr. Kestrel was a kind man. He’d been my doctor forever. He’d probably had many young women come see him with thousands of different issues. There was a reason I’d decided to trust him with my questions — he always treated me with respect, even when I was a kid asking where babies came from. Just like then, I simply needed someone to talk to.
That’s what I told myself, at least.
A nurse popped her head out of the door to the main clinic and called to me. “Liz Clancy? The doctor’ll see you now, honey. Just follow me.”
I left my magazine on a glass table and trailed nervously behind the nurse. Her blue-green scrubs whisked as she walked; she was an efficient, no-nonsense type. She pointed to an exam room about halfway down a long corridor.
“Join me in here and we’ll get your basic info together.”
The exam room was as small as you’d expect, with a row of cabinets on one wall and a table covered with crinkly white paper. The nurse directed me to step on a scale and took my measurements, entering the information into a tablet computer.
“Umm-hmmm,” she said. “Height and weight look good, nice and filled out aren’t you? Any medications? Anything in particular you’re here for?”
“No,” I said, folding my arms over my chest. “Uhh, no medications. Nothing in particular. Just wanted to ask a few questions.”
The nurse gave me a knowing look. “Ahhh, I see. Don’t worry. Birth control? Dr. Langley has heard it all. He’ll get you set up, don’t worry honey.”
“Dr. Langley?” I said. “What about Dr. Kestrel?”
I had a clear picture of the man to whom I’d reveal my burning secret: the clear blue eyes that shone with kindness, the easy smile creasing a lifelong sailor’s sun-weathered face, the neat, short hair going slightly gray but always immaculate. All of these things belonged to one Dr. James P. Kestrel. This Dr. Langley person was not part of the plan.
“A new partner,” the nurse said. She opened a drawer and removed a small paper gown, neatly folded. “The practice is expanding and they alternate appointments. Plus, Dr. Kestrel is out of town until April. They should have told you that when you called.”
“They didn’t,” I said, annoyed.
“Just take it on down to your underwear and put this on. The doctor will be in here shortly for your exam. You’ll like Dr. Langley, don’t worry, dear. Sorry it’s so chilly in here! I’ll turn up the heat a little.”
With that, the nurse was gone. The exam room door clunked shut behind her and I was left alone.
I unbuttoned the long-sleeved gingham shirt I’d picked out because it was loose enough to hide the evidence of my nearly constant arousal — the real reason I’d gone to the clinic. When I pulled it off, the fabric brushed across my bra and instantly my nipples went stiff against the thin cotton. My breasts pushed against the cups until the soft, milky flesh bulged over the seams.
I’m not sure I’d stopped growing at that point, you know what I mean? I was buying new bras every few months in a vain attempt to find comfort. I’m not saying I’ve got the biggest chest out there, but for a slender nineteen year old I was starting to look, and feel, self-conscious and top-heavy. My breasts filled my palms and then some, and my puffy pink nipples felt like the most sensitive parts of my body, noon to night.
Well, almost the most sensitive.
Next I unsnapped my jeans and tugged them down. When I stepped out of the stretchy denim legs and saw my reflection in a mirror on the door, I flushed with shame. I’d worn a simple black thong that pulled tight against my crotch, and I could see the outline of a folded tissue I’d tucked inside the front.
Would he notice? Was that weird?
You don’t understand: I was constantly aware of the heat at my center. Worse than that was the never ending flood of arousal. Day and night, I was perpetually wet. The slightest things would turn me on. The ridge of my seat on the bus. My manager’s touch on my shoulder and the light nudge against my ass as he squeezed by me at the cash register. The devilish smile of a TV show’s star and the weight of the remote in my lap.
I even left an embarrassing glossy spot on the plastic chair at work one day
. After that I started wearing my tightest panties with a little square of tissue slipped in there to be safe. It gave me the sense that I’d sealed something in.
Now I realize that was only part of why I was at the clinic that day. Yes, I needed an answer. But deeper down, I needed relief.
I couldn’t look at myself in the reflection anymore. I unfolded the paper gown and put it on. The stiff garment didn’t help my predicament. My nipples burned as the paper slid back and forth. I perched on the exam table and crossed my hands on my lap until I realized that even a small amount of pressure on my sex would cause trouble.
“Just breathe,” I whispered. I didn’t want to leave a telltale mark on the table’s protective sheet but I could already feel warmth blooming between my legs. “Fuck!” The thought of the doctor, even though he was much older, touching my bare thighs with his warm, heavy hands…it drove me crazy.
There was a quick knock on the door.
“Come in,” I said. My voice cracked and I blushed even harder. It was already warming up in the room. The nurse must have adjusted the heat.
“Miss Clancy?” An unfamiliar voice spoke as the door swung open. “I’m Dr. Langley. Nice to meet you.”
The man who entered the exam room was certainly not what I expected. He stood tall in the doorway and had wavy brown hair that curled and curved enough to make you think it was messy, when in actuality it was quite an expensive haircut. His cheeks bristled from not having been shaved in two or three days, and his dark brown eyes were startling in their opacity. Where Dr. Kestrel’s eyes were always bright and his expression always open, this man was reserved and obviously impatient.
